Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters, although Livna and Thorn do belong to me. My best friend Leah (Scarlett-Excelsior) gets credit for thinking up the title of this chapter as well as the title of the story in its entirety.

Okay, I wrote this chapter at 2 in the morning so I apologize if it's not the best ever. Leah, you should be happy, Will is introduced in this chapter :) Enjoy!


Not What I Expected

The third bang on the door to the room Thorn slept in finally caused her to wake up. Rolling onto her side, she could see sunlight streaming in through the windows. She couldn't help but notice that Livna's hammock, which was directly across from hers, was unoccupied. Guessing that she was up on deck already schmoozing Jack, she sat up, sliding into her boots and standing up, stretching. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" was her answer to another loud banging on the door, and it seemed to silence whoever was knocking. "Oh, Will. Good…afternoon?" she said in greeting to him. "What d'you need?" she finished, wondering what the reason for her early cabin call was.

Will shrugged slightly, tipping his head backwards. "Sorry to have to wake you. I jus' thought you might like to see this."

Looking over his shoulder, she saw Livna standing much too close to Jack, her laugh soft and sweet like the tinkling of bells.

"Maybe you'll win the bet after all, eh?" Will commented. He had turned around and was watching the two as well.

Thorn's expression was unreadable, though she felt a stab of the feeling she loathed most in the word; envy. Actually, envy was much like a pet peeve to her, although she didn't really know why. Everyone would be better off without envy, or so she saw it.

"What do you think you're doing!" The sun had dipped low in the sky now, and soon the sky would once more be a canvas to the sunset; and what an amazing artist it was. Thorn was standing beside Livna at the bow of the ship, her voice harsh, cutting through the heavy, hot air. Livna looked quite taken aback, and Thorn could've sworn that pure hatred flashed momentarily in her blue eyes.

"What do you mean? You wanted me to try and help you win the bet, and that's what I'm doing!" Livna exclaimed, expression a mixture of anger and hurt. "I want to do something for you and this is how you thank me?"

Thorn exhaled sharply, her own gaze hardening. "You said that you'd act like you loved him!" she retorted.

"What do you think I'm doing!" Livna shot back.

Thorn snorted slightly. "Yeah right, like that was acting. I think you really do like him." She finished matter-of-factly, still sounding angry.

"Trust me, Thorn, I don't really like him. And even if I did, why would you care?" she continued, not giving her sister a chance to cut in. She was getting rather good at doing that… "You're jealous, Thorn, face it. You like Jack. And don't bother telling me you don't unless you have actual proof."

Thorn opened her mouth to reply, but Livna didn't want to hear it. She turned, storming back into their cabin.

Long after the echoing sound of the slammed door had faded into the night, Thorn closed her mouth, blinking slowly and turning her gaze down to the ocean. She did not like Jack…She didn't.

Realizing that she and Livna had argued through the sunset, she found no other purpose for staying above deck. Unless of course Jack was still awake…She gave a shake to her head, trying to push away that thought. Even if Jack was still awake, she had no purpose of staying above deck. She needed to get some sleep anyway.

As her hand came in contact with the wooden doorknob, she stopped, a sudden thought reaching her. There was a way that she could prove to Livna that she didn't love Jack. But finding a way to get the thing that would give her access to this proof would be incredibly difficult. But Jack's compass was the only way she could truly prove that Jack wasn't the thing she wanted most. Sadly, she doubted Hey Jack; can I see your compass for a moment? No, no, I haven't heard of any new treasure. I just need to prove to my sister that I don't love you. would be very effective.

Perhaps she should take the advice of the old saying, "Sleep on it." Once again she took the doorknob in her hand, quietly pulling it open and sliding inside, thankful for the comfort her hammock provided, and was asleep almost instantaneously after lying down.